Watch your head on that root, got to let your eyes adjust.
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I'm sorry about your suit, can't do nothing about the dust.
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Welcome down underground, hunker down a spell.
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Gets to feel like home to me though I know it looks like hell.
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Down in the hole, Lord, it's deep and the sides are steep.
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And the nights are long and cold, down in the hole.
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Light and love and the world above mean nothing to the mole.
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(Don't mean nothing to the mole.)
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Never gets real hot down here, fifty five degrees.
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It's always a little bit damp, I fear but I've never seem to freeze.
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Mushrooms and earthworms, fancy stuff to eat.
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A world of quiet contemplation, oh, yes, just below the street.
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Down in the hole, Lord, it's deep and the sides are steep.
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And the nights are long and cold, down in the hole.
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Light and love and the world above mean nothing to the mole.
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(Don't mean nothing to the mole.)
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I'm in a hole since I lost my baby, living in a hole since I lost my girl.
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Would you play in the moonlight, would you dance in the dirt,
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come home way past daybreak, cockleburs all stuck in your shirt?
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Come back home to twilight, come back home to me,
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subterranean river you are meets the molten sea.
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Down in the hole, Lord, it's deep and the sides are steep.
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And the nights are long and cold, down in the hole.
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Light and love and the world above mean nothing to the mole.
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(Don't mean nothing to the mole.)
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Down In The Hole
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| James Taylor |
